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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Fear,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.