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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.