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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
MC5,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.