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 Bahamas 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.