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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 June Days to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
MC5,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.