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 South Africa 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
CMW,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.