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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.