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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
Nico,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.