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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.