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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
MDC,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.