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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.