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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.