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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.