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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.