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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.