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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Fear,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.