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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Make Up,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.