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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.