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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Pagans,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.