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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.