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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Deakin,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.