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 France 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Index,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.