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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.