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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.