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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
PIL,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.