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 Vanuatu 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.