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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.