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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.