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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.