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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Names 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?
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.