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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.