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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.