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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.