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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.