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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.