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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Index,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.