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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.