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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.