Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Smog,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.