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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
DNA,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.