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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
New Order,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.