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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.