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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Skriet,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.