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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Television,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.