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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Hashim,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.