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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.