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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
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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.