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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.