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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Index,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Can,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.