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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.