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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.