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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.