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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.