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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.