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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Smog,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.