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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.