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 France and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.