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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
X-101,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.