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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Japan,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.