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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Kinks 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.