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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.