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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.