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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.