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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.