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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Skaos,
X-102,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.