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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.