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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.