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 Maldives and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.