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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.