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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.