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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.