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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.