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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.