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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.