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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.