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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.