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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.