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 Israel 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.