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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Buckinghams to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.