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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.