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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Martian to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.