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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.