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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
The Fall,
Swans,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.