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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Television,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.