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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
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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.