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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Gong,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.