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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.