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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.