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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Television,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.