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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Visage,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.