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 India and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.