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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.