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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.