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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Magazine,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.