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 India and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.