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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Evens,
Franke,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.