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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Japan,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.