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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.