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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
The Wake,
Wings,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.