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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.