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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.