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 Solomon Islands 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.