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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Maleditus Sound 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.