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 Gambia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.