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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.