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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.