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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.