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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Quantec,
MC5,
The Remains,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.