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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.