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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Faust,
Q65,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.