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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.