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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
cv313,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.