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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Flipper,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.