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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
the Germs,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.