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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.