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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.