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 Kosovo 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.