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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.