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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Moebius,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.