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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.