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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.