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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Organ,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.