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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.