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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.