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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.