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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Technova to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Gong,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.