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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Excepter,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.