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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.