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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.