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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.