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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.