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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.