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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.