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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.