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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.