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 China and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.