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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Television,
Excepter,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.