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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.