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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Q65,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.