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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
The Move,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.