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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Newcleus,
MC5,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.