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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.