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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.