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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
cv313,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.