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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.