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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.