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 Mauritania 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.