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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
the Swans,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.