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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.