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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.