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 Portugal 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.