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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.