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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Technova,
X-101,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.