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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Television,
The Move,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.