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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.