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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.