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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.