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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.