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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.