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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Brick,
Can,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.