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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.