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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.