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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.