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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.