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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.