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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Television,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.