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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.