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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.