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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Q65,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.