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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.