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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.