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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
June Days,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Neu!,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.