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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.