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 Estonia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Excepter,
AZ,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.