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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.