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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
The Index,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.