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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Fear,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.