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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.