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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.