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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Japan,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.