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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.