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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.