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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.