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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.