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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
John Foxx,
MDC,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.