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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.