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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.