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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.