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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.