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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Knickerbockers,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.