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 Albania and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
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.