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 Spain 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.