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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sound to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.