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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Magma,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.