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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.