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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.