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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.