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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.