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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.