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 Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.