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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
UT,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.