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 Poland and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.