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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Rakim,
Nas,
Whodini,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.