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 France and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.