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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Clear Light,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.