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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.