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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.