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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.