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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 UT to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Index,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.