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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.