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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.