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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.