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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
cv313,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.