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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.