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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.