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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.