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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.