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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
PIL,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.