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 Suriname 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.