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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
the Association,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.