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 Suriname 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 Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.