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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.