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 Pakistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.