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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.