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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.