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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.