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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.