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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.