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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.