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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.