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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.