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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.