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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
June Days,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.