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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the funk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Nico,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.