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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.