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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow 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 Sonics,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.