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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.