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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.