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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.