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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.