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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.