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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Visage,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.