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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.