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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
X-102,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.