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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.