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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.