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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.