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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.