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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.