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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.