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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.