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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.