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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.