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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.