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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.