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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.