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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Gong,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.