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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.