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 Syria 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.