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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Brick,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.