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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.