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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.