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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.