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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.