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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.