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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.