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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
MC5,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.