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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.