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 Brunei 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.