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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.