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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.