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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Kas Product,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.