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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.