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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Darondo,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
JFA,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.