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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Can,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.