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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
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 Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.