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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.