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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.