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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.