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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 the Human League to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.