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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
The Cure,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.