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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.