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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.