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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.