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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.