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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Index,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.