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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.