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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.