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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.