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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.