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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.