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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.