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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.