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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.