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 Nauru and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Niagra,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.