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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.