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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.