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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.