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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.