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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bill Wells 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.