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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.