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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Index,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.