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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.