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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.