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 Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.