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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.