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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.