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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Niagra,
ABBA,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.