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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.