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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Brick,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.