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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.