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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.