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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Magma,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.