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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.