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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.