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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.