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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.