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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Index,
The Associates,
Scion,
the Association,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.