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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.