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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Moleskins to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.