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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
MC5,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.