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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Swans,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.