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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.