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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
The Doors,
the Human League,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.