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 Iran and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.