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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.