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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
CMW,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.