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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.