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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Order. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.