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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers 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 grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
The Evens,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.