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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.