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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.