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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.