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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.