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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.