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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.