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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.