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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.