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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Oneida,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.