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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.