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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.