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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.