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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.