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 Marshall Islands 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
the Human League,
X-102,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
MDC,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.