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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
10cc,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.