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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.