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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.