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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.