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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.