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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.