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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Delta 5,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.