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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.