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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.