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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.