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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.