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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.