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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.