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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.