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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Wings,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.