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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.