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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.