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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.