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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.