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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.