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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.