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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.