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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.