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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.