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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.