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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.