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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.