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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.