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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.