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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.