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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.