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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.