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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.