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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.