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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Slits,
Pole,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.