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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.