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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Visage,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.