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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.