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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.