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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.