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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.