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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
DNA,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
New Order,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.