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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.