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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.