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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.