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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Marmalade 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.