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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.