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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.