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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Magazine,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.