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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.