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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
AZ,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.