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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.