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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.