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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.