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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.