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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Japan,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.