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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.