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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Surgeon,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.