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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.