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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Index,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.