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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.