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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
cv313,
Index,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.