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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.