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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.