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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 808 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.