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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.