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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Slave,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Doors,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.