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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
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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.