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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.