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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.