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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.