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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.