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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.