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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.