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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
The Victims,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.