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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.