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 United States and from Seoul.
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 Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.