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 Belize 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.