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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.