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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo 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.