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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bob Dylan 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.