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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.