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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.