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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
MDC,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
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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.