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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
cv313,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.