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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
New Order,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.