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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.