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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.