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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Cowsills to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.