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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.