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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.