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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.