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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.