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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
cv313,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.