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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.