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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.