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 Malawi 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.