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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.