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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.