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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.