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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Gong,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.