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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.