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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.