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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Slave,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.