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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
June of 44,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.