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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.