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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.