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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.