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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.