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 Solomon Islands 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.