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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.