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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.