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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.