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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.