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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.