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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.