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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Japan,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.