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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.