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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.