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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.