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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.