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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.