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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
DNA,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.