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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
the Association,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.