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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.