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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.