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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
the Association,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Television,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.