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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.