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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Index,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.