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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.