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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.