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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.