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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.