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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.