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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.