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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.