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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.