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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.