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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.