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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
June Days,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
MC5,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.