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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.