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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.