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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.