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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.