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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
UT,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Fear,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.