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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.