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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.