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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.