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 Madagascar 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.