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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.