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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Human League,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.