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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.