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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.