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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.