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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Magma,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.