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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.