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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.