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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Litter,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.