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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.