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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.