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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
PIL,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.