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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.