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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.