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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.