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 Iran and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
AZ,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.