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 Afghanistan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.