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 Tonga 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.