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 Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.